Paint Your Eyeballs Red – Double Click to Play

Jump on a horse and ride ‘til it’s dead

Climb up the ladder and paint your eyeballs red

You ain’t going nowhere unless you fall outta bed

It’s a hungry town that’s full of scrambled eggs

There’s a working girl that won’t spread her legs

The bellboy in this hotel is homeless and begs

The chef is a genius with the microwave

The master architect is living in a cave

The sex therapist, can’t get laid

Jump on the horse

Ride it ‘til it’s dead

Climb up the ladder

And paint your eyeballs red

You ain’t going nowhere

‘less you fall outta bed

Dude – it’s called a rock hop

Reservation Winds – Double Click to Play

The wind was blowing 80 miles an hour

The roof came off the casino

We’re talking about angry brown prairie land

Not Vegas or Reno

There’s an old country star fixin to come to town

Insulation from the roof is blowing round and round and round

Reservation winds

Reservation winds

 

Plastic bags are blowing in the fence line

Like spirits gone wild

And they’ll be there forever with the tumbleweeds

And the sad-eyed child

Rattlesnakes are laying low keeping out of the sun

Rusted cars and wagons are showing how the west was won

Reservation winds

Reservation winds

 

Truck trailer blown over in the ditch

Cowboy stands all alone

Little white wooden crosses over in the graveyard

There’s precious little stone

There’s an old country star fixin' to come to town

Dust from the plow is blowin' round and round and round

Reservation winds

Reservation winds

Reservation winds

Horseshit Advice – Double Click to Play

It sounds like the same bad advice

You were given as a kid

It sounds like the same old horseshit

You always knew it did

And it’s always the fools that dish out horseshit advice

Horseshit advice

 

Now I ain’t too worried

About pleasin’ to many folks

I’m really not in a hurry

I listen to a lot of bad jokes

I don’t listen to the fools that dish out horseshit advice

Horseshit advice

 

Well now I fish on the river

With night crawlers on my line

I don’t ask where they’re biting

Cause fishermen they lie all the time

And it’s always the fools who dish out horseshit advice

Horseshit advice

 

Well it’s always the fools who dish out horseshit advice

Horseshit advice

Horseshit advice

Horseshit advice

Horseshit advice

Woman on a White Horse – Double Click to Play

There’s a woman on a white horse down by the sea

Tell me blind brother is she looking for me?

With a golden crucifix and my St. Christopher

One is for redemption the other’s for the dead man curves

Is she looking for me?

 

Bring it down easy

Break it down slow

There is a ship in the fog

And don’t it ride low

She loves a fast horse

I swear that it’s got wings

A tail of blue butterflies

I get confused by simple things

Is she looking for me?

 

Blind brother I’ve chased her through the sand

The color in her eyes does not understand

The dreams of our future are seen in our past

I tell you all our colors are fading fast

 

There’s a woman on a white horse down by the sea

Tell me blind brother is she looking for me?

Is she looking for me?

Heartland Bar Band - Double Click to Play

Living in the heartland

Playing in a bar band

Picking my guitar man

Picking my guitar

 

Living in the heartland

With a broken heart man

Lord I’m pushing for the stars

I’m pushing for the stars

 

Afternoon sun looks good on the cornfields

In the hot wind you can almost hear it grow

I wanna learn a song that sounds like a woman feels

I’ll play it in the chords when I know

When I know

 

Living in the heartland

Playing in a bar band

Picking my guitar man

Picking my guitar

 

Living in the heartland

With a broken heart man

Pushing at the stars man

Well I’m pushing at the stars

 

The heartland is full of broken hearts

Someday she wants to hear the north wind cry

I wanna learn a song that will fill up a woman’s heart

Some guys we really try

We really try

 

Living in the heartland

Playing in a bar band

I’m picking my guitar man

Well I’m picking my guitar

 

Living in the heartland

With a broken heart man

Well I’m pushing for the stars

I’m pushing for the stars

 

Well I’m living in the heartland

Playing in a bar band

I’m picking my guitar man

Well I’m picking my guitar

 

Oh living in the heartland

With a broken heart man

Pushing for the stars

I’m pushing for the stars

 

I’m living in the heartland

I’m playing in a bar bad

Picking my guitar man

Banjo Boy – Double Click to Play

Banjo boy

She’s dressed for you

In that yellow cotton dress

There’s things you’d do for her

Crimes you’d never confess

 

Banjo boy she’d forget you

Banjo boy she won’t visit you

If you go to prison

 

Banjo boy you had a hard go

And she warms you like the sun

Remember how the wind blows

And tornados that make you run

 

Banjo boy she’ll forget you

Banjo boy she won’t visit you

If you go to prison

 

Banjo boy

You love the sweet notes

And she sounds like music in your ears

Play the song toward Heaven

And pray an angel appears

 

Cause banjo boy

She’ll forget you

Banjo boy she’ll only hurt you

Banjo boy she’ll leave you

Banjo boy she won’t visit you

If you go to prison

 

Banjo boy she’s dressed for you

In that yellow cotton dress

There’s things you’d do for her

Crimes you’d never confess

 

Banjo boy she’ll forget you

Banjo boy she won’t visit you

If you go to prison

 

Banjo boy you’ve had a hard go

And she warms you like the sun

But remember how the wind blows

And tornados that make you run

 

Banjo boy she’ll forget you

Banjo boy she won’t visit you

If you go to prison

 

Banjo boy you love the sweet notes

And she sounds like music in your ear

Play the song toward Heaven

And pray an angel appears

Late Night Lies – Double Click to Play

And the late night lies…

I could hear it like a dog

High up on the wind

I believed in people

I thought I had a friend

I could hear her voice

Flowing like the chimes

Ringing, ringing in the changing times

And the late night lies

 

I’ve never traveled the ocean

But I understand the tide

It’s run right through me

When she was at my side

Now sweat beads on diamonds

Grace the fallen moonlight

Shining, shining on this broken night

 

And the late night lies

The late night lies

 

Late night lies

Genetics – Double Click to Play

Here I am down and out

Trying to figure what it’s all about

Trying to find sun shiny days

Some days I got no hope

I’m all burned out on booze and dope

That seems to be my way

Why must the taste of whiskey tear me all apart?

Blame it on genetics or on my broken heart

 

I saw my left-handed angel fly

I know in time, Lord we all die

But … Lord he was my baby blue

So I get up, I get out the door

Some days hell I just don’t know what for

Most days I’m just doing the best I can

Why does the taste of whiskey tear me all apart?

Blame it on genetics or on my broken heart

 

Why does the taste of whiskey tear me all apart?

Blame it on genetics or on my broken heart

 

Why does the taste of whiskey tear me all apart?

Blame it on genetics or on my broken heart

Duke Don’t Belong - Double Click to Play

It’s been raining in Nashville….

From the alley to the stairwell

Of some back street hotel

I’m searching for the secret

That nobody tells

It’s a tale of deception

It steals as it climbs

To the highest dark windows

That the Duke can find

That’s chasing down songs

Where the Duke don’t belong

 

Free your troubled thoughts

Take ‘em out at daylight

And feed them to the pigeons

Before they take flight

Don’t worry about strangers

They mean you no harm

Finish all your chores

Like you would out on a farm

And you’re chasin’ down songs

Where the Duke don’t belong

 

Then you see a family

In the elevator down

They let you see them angels

They’re still all around

You keep chasing down the songs

Where the Duke don’t belong